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I’m Groomed For My SSS+ Alpha Daddy

After her pack is brutally slaughtered, a lone omega finds herself taken in by a powerful SSS+ Alpha. As the sole survivor of the massacre, she must navigate a world of danger and hierarchy under the protection of the strongest wolf in existence. Though he claims he is grooming her for greatness, the lines between duty and desire blur. Amidst rising tensions and secrets, she must discover her true value before the past catches up to them.
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Chapter 4

Elena Pov

The only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of my moans.

I didn't want to think about anything. Just concentrate on what he is doing to me—something I have looked forward to.

Though unexpected and it felt like a dream, I just want to indulge in this until— maybe when I wake up from this.

My hair was yanked until my scalp ached but it added to the pleasure I was feeling.

Marcus was like a beast. He ravaged my lips like he was gnawing on them. He sucked my breath away, he bit my lips until I was groaning from pain.

He didn't stop.

His hand tightened even more on my hair and he pulled me closer to himself, and— jumped on my neck.

My body trembles.

The sensations of his cold lips on my skin gave me goosebumps, and the way his teeth grazed some sensitive spot on my neck made my toes curl.

My fist tightened on the sheet under me, and my other held the phone that had caused all this.

Gasp.

He moved from my neck and slowly traced his gum up to the back of my ear, then he paused.

The room became silent. I felt the heavy tension, the hesitation.

My inside shivered from the chills. And for a moment, I felt confused about what's going on.

Minutes ago, I had thought he might never talk to me again after seeing the painting from my imagination. And now, he is on top of me, inhaling each other’s leaked pheromones like horny beasts.

The more I inhaled his powerful mint scent, the more I felt my will going weak. My lower abdomen called for my attention and my pussy throbbed.

I could feel my juices pouring out, as if it was reminding me of my long-time desire.

We stayed still for a minute and I began to feel uncomfortable.

Marcus wouldn't speak or move. Only his breathing which was getting heavier with each passing second, could be heard and it made things even worse as my nipples had protruded and were aching.

My skin felt goosebumps, and it felt itchy like something was crawling on it.

No, what I felt isn't disgust, but the desire to be touched by him.

We remained that way, until I couldn't take it anymore and was about to pull him to myself and smash my lips on his. But—

Marcus suddenly sat up.

Like— What the hell?!

My eyes widened in shock as I watched him avoid looking at me as he adjusted his robe.

“What—what are you doing?” I asked in confusion.

Marcus didn't respond to me, instead, he showed his back to me. He stood up from the bed and before I could understand what was happening, he had lit up a cigar and sucked in a large amount of smoke.

He didn't speak to me and this terrified me until I had the urge to scream

“What's going on?!” I bite my lips in deep thought, “He had been the one who fell on me. He had tempted me. He had— and now he just wants to…”

“Leave.”

My eyes went wide.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “What do you mean, Marcus?”

He remained silent.

“Listen to me. Leave.”

I pursed my lips into a straight line.

My fist clenched and a tear dropped down my cheek.

Why does he keep doing this to me?

He gives me hope one second and then pulls me down the next.

Does he think I’m without feelings?!

“Marcus, You—”

My legs which were about to climb down the bed suddenly went numb.

My knees weakened and I fell back onto the bed.

An unexpected pressure suddenly descended in the room.

The air flow tightened and my heart sank.

All of a sudden, breathing became so difficult. I opened my mouth to speak but my throat was so dry.

I knew what was going on immediately.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I raised my head to look at the man with his back facing me.

He appeared nonchalant, and the ring of smoke he spat blurred even his side face.

Mysterious. Dangerous. But— still charming.

My breathing was so difficult, but my sob still rang out in the room. I just couldn't stop those painful emotions from exploding.

Now, he is holding me down with his powerful energy?

He wouldn't even let me speak or come near him.

Am I that detestable? Why does he keep doing this to me?

He knows my feelings for him!

I'm very sure he could feel it when he kissed me. He had felt and even smelt my desire for him. I had been wet to the core, I had been so ready. A hope had ignited in my heart that he finally felt something.

His hoarse voice had made me shiver and for once, I had thought he wanted me. But— his attitude now made me not so sure.

“Marcus, release me…” I sobbed.

He didn't speak but remained that way, staring out of the window.

And when I thought he wouldn't move, Marcus suddenly turned around. He ignored my stiff body on the bed and slowly walked to the corner of his room.

To my surprise, the easel I had drawn on was in front of him and the drawing was placed on it.

My heart thumped as I watched him. My face was replaced with a confused one.

What is he trying to do now?

Does he want to settle the punishment for the painting now?

Oh my goodness—

My eyes widened as he tore the painting out of the easel.

Marcus held it and stared at it deeply, then to my shock, my eyes met his.

But it wasn't the same dark ones— his eyes were bloodshot, with golden sparkles in them.

I felt cold. My fingers crackled as I stared stunned into his enchanting eyes.

“Do you know— what this painting does to me?” he whispered dangerously.

My heart trembled, my skin grew pores from how low but charming he sounded.

But.. What is he talking about?

Marcus didn't speak for a while. I watched as he traced a finger on the painting gently.

“I can't help but imagine your thoughts while you were drawing this.”

My eyes went wide. I couldn't come back to my senses for a second.

“You said you want me. But—”

My heart drummed when I snapped back to my senses and he was already in front of me.

My body trembled as the temperature in the room increased.

My eyes met his. His dangerous eyes held mine and penetrated my skull as if daring me to be distracted.

Marcus bent forward, his face moved closer to mine until the smoke from his cigarette covered my face but this time, it felt like I was stuck.

I couldn't move back and talk more about choking.

His chuckles made my insides tingle.

“Do you dare not die when I take you, Elena?”

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